My Beloved Princess ~The Boy Called Incompetent Rises with Only a Sword and the Princess's Devotion~

Chronologically, this story takes place between Chapter 9 and Chapter 10.

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She’d wanted to fall in love.

“Jealousy is an evil emotion that collapses packs. If you’re wise, you’ll be fine. Learn to control it well.”

This was a story told to her every night by her mother Rakuyō instead of reading picture books when she was young.

However, Kuroyō never mastered the technique to suppress jealousy. Because she’d never fallen in love. The emotion called jealousy had never once welled up until now.

Kuroyō had been excellent since childhood.

It could be said to be natural, being born from a father who was the dragonkin tribe’s strongest man and a capable mother who commanded a pack of one hundred thousand. Her bloodline was as noble as could be hoped for.

Three days after birth, she’d learned breath. She’d apparently nearly killed a handmaiden serving her mother. She had no memory of it. She’d learned later that normally one learned it at age four or five.

At age three, she’d first learned magic. It was beginner dark attribute magic. Considering the average age for learning magic was twelve, one could understand it was exceptional speed.

At age five, she’d finished learning all dark magic scheduled for completion at the academy. Her tutor had been in tears saying she could no longer handle her.

At age eight. Having finished learning all magic that interested her, she began learning swordsmanship. To spar in swordsmanship, she came to interact with half-siblings close in age.

One day. Her older sisters were making a fuss with squeals. When she listened to the conversation, it was apparently talk about a social party held the other day. They were making conversation bloom about romance—who from where was handsome, who was promising for the future, and so on.

And one of her sisters asked Kuroyō. “Who do you like?” To that question, Kuroyō couldn’t answer well. The sisters laughed saying “It might still be early for Kuroyō.”

When Kuroyō asked what love was, her sisters answered like this:

“When you think of that person, your heart goes ba-dump ba-dump.”

They taught her that was love. The more you like someone, the stronger the ba-dump becomes until you can’t suppress it, they said. Furthermore—

“When touched by someone you like, your chest goes kyun.”

Kuroyō had never tasted those sensations. She was strongly intrigued.

By the time she turned ten, her swordsmanship skill had reached considerable mastery. And her appearance inherited from her mother was ascending to beauty’s heights.

However, even by this time, Kuroyō still didn’t know love.

That said, she hadn’t kept the opposite sex at a distance. Since she was interested in love, her interactions were even proactive, and she’d gone to upper nobility social circles brought along by her sisters. But Kuroyō’s heart felt nothing.

Troubled, Kuroyō sought advice from her sisters.

After the sisters troubled a bit and pondered “Let’s see,” they gave advice. It was “Dragonkin girls come to like strong boys.” Kuroyō, seeing light, had brightened with a smile, but would immediately despair. Because she was too excellent, no man more excellent than her existed.

At age twelve, she mastered [Sword Aura]. Also, her beauty was approaching completion.

No man showed no interest in that beauty and ability. However, Kuroyō showed no interest in such men.

One day, she was proposed to by a Dragon Lord’s son. He was three years older. Hearing talk that he was an elite—first year Central, valedictorian—Kuroyō set the condition that she’d accept his proposal if he could beat her in a swordsmanship duel.

The result was Kuroyō’s victory, but it was a good match. Perhaps because it was a good match, her chest was ba-dumping a little. There, Kuroyō saw light this time for sure.

If she were ever defeated, at that time she should be ba-dumping incomparably more than now.

After that, she came to impose the condition on suitors “If you can beat me in a duel, I’ll become your wife.” But still, no one could beat her.

When one couldn’t be found no matter how long it took, she came to call the man who would give her the not-yet-seen ba-dump her destined person.

At age fifteen, she entered Central Dragon Emperor Academy run by her father.

By this time, beauty had already reached its extreme, and there wasn’t a single male student who held no interest in her.

Among the students, many had already proposed to Kuroyō and been defeated, but many excellent ones who hadn’t were also enrolled. However, not everyone necessarily proposed. So the condition that had initially been “If you can beat me in a duel, I’ll become your wife” changed to ambiguous things like “If you can win the duel, I’ll listen to anything.” This was because “anything” also included intercession with her father the Dragon Emperor.

However, because the result was always the same, no problems occurred.

Three months passed, and the first semester ended.

She’d already finished sparring with promising Upper School students, but unfortunately no man who could satisfy Kuroyō existed.

That said, this was prestigious Central. There were several students who could handle [Sword Aura], and with them she could have good matches. Though she could taste some ba-dump, it was far from the state of ba-dump becoming unsuppressible.

So Kuroyō decided to storm the Lower School as a last resort.

The academy advocated ability supremacy, but because ability was nearly equivalent to bloodline, a system was taken to prioritize nobles for Upper School assignment. Therefore, there were apparently rarely students who, though excellent, were assigned to Lower School due to being commoners. Or she’d heard there were also students who rapidly extended ability after enrollment.

Under the expectation of “maybe,” Kuroyō visited the Lower School, and met Kishō.

She understood from his gaze that he could see [Sword Aura]. Though why he wasn’t among top-grade students was questionable, she couldn’t miss a dragonkin who could handle [Sword Aura].

Looking only at results, the mock battle was equal, but the experience of being put at a disadvantage was Kuroyō’s first experience in her life. Naturally her chest beat fast.

She thought he might be her destined person.

Unable to sit still, she searched for Kishō’s figure. Because she wanted to talk with him. But she couldn’t easily find him. While doing so, she discovered Kishō fleeing from female students. She held strong dissatisfaction from differences in thinking about packs. And then—

It seemed she’d been dreaming.

Kuroyō opened her eyes on the bed. A canopied ceiling jumped into her eyes.

Upper School girls’ dormitory. It was one of its rooms.

Kuroyō raised her body and gently placed a hand on her chest.

“It’s ba-dumping.”

Even after a night had passed, her chest’s pounding wouldn’t quiet. Every time she recalled last night’s events, the pulsation responded powerfully.

“Is this it, I wonder? Sister.”

That moment bisecting the Black Dragon Stone was burned into her mind and wouldn’t leave.

Her whole body, her heart trembled. The center of her belly, her womanly part, became hot.

That scene flashed back many times. Each time, the ba-dump grew stronger and stronger until she couldn’t suppress it.

From that moment onward, it seemed she’d been in a dreamlike state throughout.

That said, she’d certainly been surprised when told to become a slave. Because she hadn’t had the recognition that “anything” included even becoming a slave in those words’ subtext. It was probably because there was a history of ambiguous change from the original words “become a wife.”

Immediately after, her arm was taken and she was forcibly embraced. What revived were her sister’s words.

“When touched by someone you like, your chest goes kyun.”

The happiness she felt at that moment was far from something that could be expressed with a modest kyun. It was like a volcanic eruption welling up from the depths of the earth. The long-slumbering romantic feelings were completely awakened.

In an instant. Everything became whatever. Because she could taste an extra-large ba-dump like her chest’s interior exploding, exceeding the unsuppressible ba-dump she’d long sought. She thought it was fine to vanish like this. She thought even being a slave was fine. She thought it was fine even so if she could be together with this person.

After that, her chest kept ba-dumping continuously.

It felt unreal like she was dreaming.

She was floating. And even now she was floating.

Her dream had finally come true.

Her destined person, finally found after long time. If she let this person escape, she’d probably never find the next. So she absolutely couldn’t let him escape. She’d definitely be together with him no matter what. Even if rejected, absolutely.

Removing her nightwear, just as she reached for her usual dragon robe, she suddenly stopped that movement.

Opening the furnished wardrobe, she took out a red and white dragon robe. Threading her arms through the sleeves, she arranged her appearance before the mirror.

It seemed to have somehow taken form.

Kuroyō nodded satisfiedly with an “Mm.”

Taking the paper placed on the small table beside the bed, she left the room as is.

Her light gait walking the corridor wrapped in refreshing early morning air seemed filled with hope.

Transfer Application

Affiliation: Dragon Emperor Kōren

Name: Kuroyō

Enrollment: Upper School Class

I hereby request transfer to Lower School Class.